I believe every woman--well everybody but women especially--if she is healthy and happy, is utterly and completely beautiful. That said, when I find myself faced with these altered, produced images of beauty in magazines or billboards or whatever (it's impossible to avoid this barrage of brainwashing material), I still can't help but wish I looked like them. And I doubt they are happy or healthy. I just spent 4 hours shopping for a dress for my junior recital and I kept on thinking, "Why doesn't this dress fit me like it does the mannequin?" Because it was built for a fucking mannequin and I am a human being! I move and breath and make love and beautiful music. I'm warm and soft and I respond when you touch me. When you take off the "ill-fitting" dress you find a body and when you take off the body you find a soul.
That's amazing. Not even the tightest jeans can do that.